Night shifts into jet black
city escapes
if it's not insanity,
we don't have an answer at stake.

this product of you and me
was never an accident.
love at its peak
signaling and S.O.S.

you've bought me in a surface.
we don't now yet.
analog fluctuations I wanted
you and I cant forget.

Sanctions we break,
with metal palms we punch.
limitations act as walls
our thirst  keeps me quenched.

My passion, your fire.
will get us above the wires
ambiguous insights to the past.
Passion and fire, you ignite.